Jake And Mark Were The Kings Of Their Frat Housebig, Brawny, And Unapologetically Dominating. They Had

Jake and Mark were the kings of their frat house—big, brawny, and unapologetically dominating. They had the muscles, the attitude, and the confidence to match. Their third roommate, Tim, was the exact opposite: small, timid, and always getting pushed around.

The cramped apartment was an issue. With two massive dudes and one tiny guy sharing such a small space, tensions were bound to rise. Mark, tired of crashing on the couch, grumbled one night, "Man, this ain't working. We need more space."

Jake, lounging on the only other bed, smirked. "Got an idea," he said, pulling a vial from his pocket. "Found this in a chem lab on campus. Supposed to shrink anything."

Tim, who'd been trying to blend into the background, looked up nervously. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Shut up, Tim," Mark snapped. "You're about to solve our space problem."

Before Tim could react, Jake was on him, forcing the serum down his throat. He struggled, but Jake was too strong. In seconds, Tim started to shrink, his screams growing higher-pitched until he was no taller than a soda can.

Jake and Mark laughed, towering over their shrunken roommate. "Now we've got more room," Mark said, kicking Tim's tiny body under the bed. "And a new pet.

The days that followed were a nightmare for Tim. He was forced to run around doing their chores, barely able to keep up with the demands. They treated him like a toy, tossing him back and forth, and worst of all, they made him tend to their sweaty, rank feet after soccer practice.

"Yo, Tim, get in there and clean between my toes," Jake barked, shoving his giant foot into Tim's tiny face.

Tim gagged but complied, knowing resistance was pointless. The smell was overpowering, but he pushed through, scrubbing and massaging as best he could with his minuscule hands.

Mark, watching from the couch, laughed. "Good job, little guy. Maybe we'll let you sleep in a shoe tonight instead of the sock drawer."

Every day was a new humiliation. They'd play catch with him, dunk him in their beer, or trap him under a glass jar for hours. His life had become a constant barrage of their brutal games, their raw laughter echoing around him.

But the worst part wasn't the physical torment—it was the realization that they didn't see him as a person anymore. To Jake and Mark, he was just a weak, tiny creature, there for their amusement.

For Tim, escape seemed impossible. The once-small space of their apartment now felt like an endless prison, with his towering tormentors watching his every move. He was at their mercy, a prisoner of their cruel desires.

Jake and Mark, meanwhile, relished their newfound freedom and space, their domination complete. They had their beds, their room, and their new pet—life was perfect. For them, it was just another day in the frat house. For Tim, it was a living hell.

Where tf this bug came from?

Tom! Just because you kept losing doesn't mean you have to shrink us!!

Those were the last words Tom heard, he could finally play quietly

I can almost smell his feet ;)

Stay in your cage you disgusting fag! Imma squeeze you really tight